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He pushes me into a corner and crowds me against the wall as his beautiful blue eyes rove over my face, down the length of my body and back.

I burn at his perusal despite his cool demeanor, but I’ll be damned if I show him my need and instead, I arch a brow and wait for whatever he thinks he needs to say.

His eyes darken, emphasizing his already sinful expression, as he demands, “What are you doing hanging out with Jason Lowry?”

“Who?” I ask, pretending confusion. Bone my ass. Jerk.

He chuffs. “The resident drug dealer. You looking for a fix? I didn’t peg you as the desperate type.”

“Well, that’s where you went wrong, Ramsay. You tried to put me in a square peg when I’m a fucking octagon,” I say, bobbing my head.

If possible, his brows lower even further as flames dance behind his eyes. Ah yes, give me your fire and brimstone. I crave it.

Grabbing my chin, he says, “Don’t mess around. This isn’t a joke. Whatever you’re doing will only make things worse. This was just our way of ensuring your silence.”

“Yes, well, you picked a seriously fucked up way of doing it.” I slap his chest. “Did you enjoy feeling me up when I was no better than a fucking corpse, Ramsay?”

His mouth curls in a smile, and he pushes his chest into mine, giving me the contact, I crave but don’t need. It’s hard to stay focused when two hundred pounds of muscle are rubbing against all your tingly bits, not to mention, yep, an erection the size of a tree.

Jesus save me, I’m going to hell, for all I want is more.

“When I feel you up, love, you’ll know it,” he says with a raised brow.

The repressed violence and need written across his features, oozing from his perfect lips, and running along the length of his body is an aphrodisiac like no other and it takes everything in me to ignore my tight nipples and the tingle in my now wet core.

“When? How presumptuous,” I snarl.

He steps back with a smirk and I fucking melt through the floor because it’s sin and candy wrapped in a bow. “Oh, we’re coming together, love. You started this game when you eye fucked me outside that dick’s party. Now it’s just a matter of when.”

“Hm,” I purr, giving him my best sultry stare, “too bad I don’t fuck creepers. It would’ve been fucking spontaneous combustion, too.”

Before he can respond, I slip under his arm and walk away. If I had stayed any longer, we’d be fucking right now. I’m only human, and temptation is the devil's own work.

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Ramsay

She stalks off, swinging her tight little ass and with a grunt, I clench my fingers into a fist to refrain from grabbing her back. I didn’t expect her transformation, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised.

However, watching her cozy up to that fucker Bone did not sit well and my dick is screaming at me to fuck her against the wall for all to see, so fuckers like Bone will take the in-your-face message and back off.

But that’s not an option and it never will be…fuck.

I knew she wouldn’t be easy but damn, she’s more trouble than I have time to tame. What a fucking way to go though. She’s fiery and smart. She doesn't take shit, all of which makes my dick ridiculously hard. Apparently, we enjoy the challenge. Too bad.

I don’t have time for this and she’s a liability I can’t fucking control. With a kernel of regret, I meet Oliver’s knowing stare. I’m going to have to up the game and it annoys me that I feel this pull to let it go.

No. No fucking way. I protect my brother’s. Not some chick with a sassy mouth and fire in her veins. Fuck me.

“Well?” Diem grunts stalking up behind Oliver.

“I fear she’s going to be trouble,” I say, and Oliver raises a brow.

“Could’ve told you that. Oh right, I did,” he says dryly, and I eye him coolly before turning away when he just smirks. Save me from these fucking dicks.

“I’ll handle it,” I say.

Diem chimes in behind me, “How?”

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